She takes a moment to settle herself, burrowing deep underneath the sheet and turning on her side, propping up her head with a hand. After a moment, she tugs the blanket a bit higher over his shoulder, though she doesn't move further -she could still be kicked out of this room and the thought of facing her empty, chilly bedroom with the remnants of nightmares still floating about was not appealing.

"Only in theory; I did a bit of reading up on it, but it didn't seem possible for me so I discarded the idea," she admitted, sheepishly, never liking to be caught in the wrong about something - at least, if that was where he was going with this. "Isn't it a dream that you realize you're having? Some Muggles have reported being able to control their dream, too; but I couldn't .. If I told anyone.."

It wasn't possible, due to her knowledge of the Wizarding World, for her to visit a muggle shrink or put herself at any sort of vulnerability where she might talk about their world. It would be an absolute fiasco; she could see the headlines now -- "War Hero Betrays Entire Wizarding World!" Bad enough that they insisted on calling her a 'hero'.

"Can you do it? Is it possible? Did someone teach you?"